My Poor Confused Baby

by Susan Hawk
(now in Nashville, TN)

My kitty was a great comfort to me during 2 divorces and having my kids move in with their dad, so when I found out she had Mamory cancer I did everything in my power to make her well. Her name was Bugaboo because she would sneek up on my, jump on my leg and run up to my shoulder like a poterguist aka bugaboo. She was about 13 when I found out the cancer had spread to her thyroid. I had her thyroid removed and thought that would cure her. Unfortunately that was not the case, she quit eating and would not take her medicine and eventually lost so much weight her bones were showing. It was a weekend when I finally gave up and decided to have her put to sleep, the vet's office had closed. I took her to the Humane Society to have the deed done when I found out I couldn't stay with her for the procedure. That in itself was tramatic, but when I saw the confused look on her face as if to say " mom why are you leaving me here?" I lost it and had to leave. Two months later I was diagnosed with PTSD because of the whole event.. Humane Society ??makes you wonder.

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